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  “Mother turned on the lights. We could see that she was rosy with nervousness-hesitant as to how to handle such an unprecedented situation.

  Father turned over in bed and blinked at the sudden light. “Who-what-anything wrong?” he said sleepily.

  “Mother had summoned up courage to let fall her robe, and standing there entirely nude, she was rubbing her inflamed bottom and twisting her head round in the effort to see it.

  “For the love of heaven. Dot!” cried father. He sat up in bed-obviously unable to believe his eyes.

  “If the light disturbs you I'm sorry!” said mother. “And I'm sorry too, to be in this condition. But I can't sleep. Something is burning my skin, I'm afraid. John- do you think the dye on that plush chair could be poison to the bare skin?”

  My father's eyes were popping as he climbed out of bed and crossed the room.

  “Don't apologize, Dot!” he said gently. “I've never seen you this way before. You're even prettier than I thought. What can I do to help you? Let me see-” He approached her diffidently but with glowing eyes.

  “Oh! John-I'm so embarrassed!” sighed mother. “But — really, I can't get at it to see for myself what… the trouble can be.”

  Father was endeavoring to appear matter of fact-he was probably afraid of alarming mother-who was so very modest that this was the first time he had ever seen her quite naked. Even now she was shrinking a little as he drew near.

  “Don't be silly, Dot!” he breathed agitatedly. “It is your bottom? Good heavens-however did it get in such a state?”

  “Why… I told you,” said mother hurriedly. “I sat on that plush chair quite a while this afternoon-I had taken a bath-and I had no clothes on… and-”

  “It looks-I swear it looks as if you had a beating!” said father. “There is a lot of inflammation-perhaps some infection-we must throw out that chair!”

  “His voice trembled as he knelt behind her-but not before all of us had noted a remarkable bulge in his pajamas in the critical spot. Mary squealed and squeezed my hand excitedly.

  “Ohh! John!” protested my mother faintly. “Is it necessary for you to touch me-that way?”

  “Certainly-” he muttered. “I have to find out just how for the inflammation has extended-and apply some sort of lotion. To think I had to wait for you to get poisoned to find out what a lovely bottom you have, Dot.

  “Ohh, John-be as considerate as you can,” begged my mother. She was sighing now, and casting apprehensively shamed glances at the door, where she sensed we lurked.

  “Both my parents were breathing hard. Father was sparing no spot on the two rosy mounds-and their intersection-in his fingerings. “My God, Dot. I could eat this!” he murmured, as he bent to kiss each rosy cheek warmly.

  “For shame, John! You-you have never kissed me there-before. It-it's simply indecent,” she whispered huskily. But however shamed she may have been, she stood her ground valiantly. Not even when he now, with a soft gasp of longing and delight, thrust a hand between her legs from the rear, did she do more than stagger and sigh.

  “The examination came to a sudden close. For as mother only trembled and sighed and clenched her thighs closely on his intruding hand, he suddenly rose to his feet. More master of the situation than he had ever been before with his modest wife, he caught her up in his arms and laid her naked loveliness across the bed. Her trim feet were upon the floor. He parted her legs. He sank to his knees between them. And for the first time I saw a man's mouth used to caress a woman's slit-and saw, too, how both of them were set on fire by the lascivious gesture.

  “Ohh! My God! John-John!” wailed my mother, her voice thick with passion. “What a place to-to k-kiss- and 1-lick-! Have you gone mad? Ohh! How ashamed you make me feel!”

  But despite her protests, she was writhing in ecstasy- under his lascivious caresses. And suddenly she gasped-

  “Take me, John… have me-quick!”

  Even though reluctant to abandon the rosy nook he was so deliriously caressing-and I gasped as I reflected what he would have thought if he had seen how that nook was occupied an hour earlier-he rose to his feet, unable to resist that plaintive call. He slipped off his pajamas. He fell upon my naked mother-who received him with a cry of delight.

  “Perversely I could have wished to be right beside them-sucking mother's nipples while she underwent my father's hot assaults. I whispered this to Mary.

  “Poor darling-show me… why, you're almost wild for it!” she whispered. “Feel mine-it's simply dripping! Here-can you get into me… standing like this and watching?”

  We contrived it somehow, and we fornicated gloriously as we watched the proceedings on my parent's bed — which by that time had reached a culminating point.

  Thereafter, I frequently slept between Mary and my mother. For on the plea that Mary was not completely recovered, mother often managed to leave father alone in his bed, and steal down the hall to rejoin us in Mary's bedroom and there they took turns.

  I possessed them both alternately-and with indescribable delight Yet each was so solicitous of my health that they insisted on days of abstinence-and my virile powers seemed to increase as a result.

  “Ohh!” said Rose faintly-speaking with difficulty- for she was busily rubbing her mossy nook on the naked thigh which she bestrode. “You didn't make a little sister or brother for yourself-d-did y-you?”

  He shook his head-smilingly watching the contortions of her slender body and the quivering of her white, lovely nakedness.

  “May I-m-may I… s-spend?” she quavered. “You have made m-me so t-terribly… passionate-I can't s-stop-please!”

  He nodded his head. “By all means,” he said. “Don't think I want you to suffer for want of relief. I like to see you acting like a hot-blooded schoolgirl, Rose!”

  “Or-or… but perhaps,” she panted, ceasing for a moment to rub her crotch on his flesh. “Would you- wouldn't you rather than I… that you-” she hesitated, with a gesture of pretty confusion.

  He waited-looking at her quizzically. On her parted red lips there trembled, he knew, the fulfillment of his own prophecy that some day soon she would ask him to possess her lovely body.

  Seeing his expression, Rose flared crimson — for she read his thoughts.

  “I won't-I won't ask you!” she said feverishly… and thereby confessing what was in her mind. “Unless, of course-” she added hopefully, “you make me ask you… by violence!”

  “I could take you,” he reminded her, “without either of us asking…”

  “I know,” she whispered. “You could do-or make me do-anything you liked. And yet…” she wailed softly, “a few hours ago I was a free woman-who did what I liked-and took not the tiniest order from anybody.”

  “Were you happier?” he enquired curiously.

  “I don't know,” she murmured sadly. “At least-I was free. What-oh, what have you done to me? What have you made of me? And how have you done it?”

  “I saw a chance to capture an unconsciously sensual and lovely woman whom I coveted!” he said softly. “If you only understood the joy I experienced in capturing you thus-you might face the fact that you are not entirely miserable over your new destiny. Do you, in truth — search yourself now… do you feel wretched over it all and wish to be free?”

  Her fine, dark eyes were glazed. She had ceased to move on his thigh-and the sensual flames of her recent actions were subsiding. She tried to think-to answer him.

  “I–I think, that I feel a sort of relief,” she said faintly, “to know that I am allowed no business or financial burdens any longer. And-you know how hot blooded I cannot help being toward you-and how fearfully passionate even your perverse control over me makes me.

  “Yet-can all this compensate for a loss of my freedom which even now I do not fully comprehend? Why-Fm just a serf-not even daring to venture an idea of my own… save when you're in your present mood! Of course, it can't last-in the twentieth century and in civilization. It's just a strange dream.”<
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  “Perhaps so-but you will not awaken from it until I permit!” he said. “And as for my present mood of lenience, perhaps you have misread that also. Put up your bare belly to me-to be slapped for those argumentative words… come!”

  She colored deeply-shivered at this reminder that she dared not oppose his will-and uncovered and projected the tender white belly on which her hands had lain.

  His slaps were not harsh. They only colored the delicate skin. And the woman sighed-feeling a heat that was truly provocative penetrate inwards from the softly maltreated skin.

  “And now,” he said quietly. “Even though your sensual excitement has died away while we were conversing, I want to see it revived and exploited. I wish you to rub yourself off like a vicious child, Rose-and finger my prick while you do so!”

  In that stark tension of nerves in which he had held his victim, even his humiliating command had the power to make her senses flare. She was almost immediately in quick up and down motion on the great thigh which her tender legs clasped so fondly.

  Of what was odious in the exhibition which she was being forced to give, she had the most lively apprehension, but that did not serve to deter her from tingling with lustful thrills as she rubbed her soft sex against his bare, warm flesh.

  Lasciviously she fondled his rigid member with one hand as she swept her crotch back and forth, now bearing lightly, now forcibly upon his naked thigh. As the sensitive lips of her inflamed slit poured in their excitement, she began to grind down upon his leg more heavily — and to sigh and gasp forth her uncontrollable ecstasy.

  Suddenly she quivered-and collapsed forward against his body-but she did not, even in the midst of her spasm, neglect for an instant to caress the stalwart prick she held in her left hand.

  Chapter VIII

  “I have heard it said,” he observed dreamily, “that the dignity and poise of the charming Mrs. Bolton is one of her chief assets amongst her aristocratic clientele — the charm is on display… but where are the dignity and poise?”

  She trembled, reclining against him in the relaxed aftermath of her emission… but she did not raise her flushed face. He softly petted her heavy, unbound silken hair, twining his fingers in the tresses, tugging at it gently and bending down to nibble the nape of her neck with his teeth.

  “Ah, well!” he murmured. “You did that beautifully, Rose. You were the vicious, masturbating girl to the life. I have male friends who would have given much to have witnessed your exhibition. Perhaps I may some day permit them to look on at your display of talent.”

  And now she wailed aloud in horror. She raised a tear stained and crimson face to his. “Ohh! God! You could never have the heart…” she cried out hoarsely.

  “Why should you mind?” he mocked delightedly. “I might allow you to wear a mask, perhaps-providing you were complaisant with all my friends. Would you like to wait upon my table-a party of four men, perhaps… for a festivity?”

  “You would be entirely naked-and they would he entranced by your charms to the point where my food and wine would not be appreciated. They would be unable to keep their hands as well as their eyes from your magnificent nudities.”

  “And I should he lenient about their fingerings-but I would not permit any of them to drape my lovely maid into a side room-unless I were feeling unusually generous. I know men…” he added reflectively, “who would gladly contrive to slip me into their wives' bed for an hour-providing that I assured them the full possession of your charms in return.”

  Rose was speechless, swaying, crumpled. He realized that his half serious jesting had been too much for her nerves to stand.

  “Easy… easy-don't faint I think far too much of you right now to share you with anyone. Though why, when your complaisances towards me have no longer any limits, you should be so affected at the thought of the surrender of your body to another man?”

  “I am not an odalisque to be bandied about!” she said faintly. “No matter what you have done to me, I am not that And I had an idea-that you prized me-too much to… to treat me…”

  “Your intense femininity,” remarked Freeman, after a brief pause, “is rather striking. The man who first possesses a woman is likely thereafter-for some time at least-to be the only man in the world for her.”

  “It excites you now-in spite of your modesty and all that-to do anything at all for or to me. Yet the idea that any other admiring male should even see your naked body is abhorrent to you.”

  “With your clever mentality, you will be able to understand the temptation it might be to a man like myself, to offer new shocks to your sensitive nature — and to browse quite pleasantly upon the shame you would feel.”

  “I might even feel deeply fond of you at the very time when I caused you to drive some friends of mine almost crazy by showing him your naked little slit.”

  “Please-please!” she begged huskily. “Don't say such things to me now-not just now-when I'm already so very nervous and excited.”

  “To calm yourself,” he suggested, “just dismount from my leg and lick off the moisture you have deposited there.”

  With a devotion that was almost fanatical, Rose knelt to obey him. Her abject submission struck her like a blow-yet it was a blow that sent its repercussions all through her body.

  And suddenly, with a gurgling gasp, she turned from the thigh whose surface she had licked clean-to take his still swollen member in her grasp and expand her lips eagerly over its ruddy head. Hotly her wet little mouth encompassed the tremendous bulb-and smothered sighs of delight came from her gagged lips as she sucked once more upon the morsel of male flesh which was so very precious to her.

  “I do not intend you to take the initiative as a rule. Rose,” he said rather hoarsely. “But this inclination of yours is really marvelous as is your skill in carrying it out. Now finger my balls-all my crotch. Now further back-find the rear aperture-press a finger in!”

  She followed his instructions to the letter. The man panted with delight-and sank back in the deep chair.

  “I love to feel-and see-your white throat gulp my spend,” he muttered. “But that mustn't happen twice the same day. Get up, Rose! Straddle my thighs-impale yourself upon my prick!”

  He heard a low moan of dismay as Rose slowly left her darling prey. And then instantly she was upon him like a maenad, her teeth chattering with unsatisfied lust Her face was a rosy mask of passion and furious desire.

  He calmed her haste and her hot ardor with a stinging blow across a white, rounded shoulder. She sighed with the sharp pain-and then caught and kissed the hand which struck her. She caught the significance of her swift punishment sufficiently to moderate her fury-and the speed of her sensual actions.

  And indeed it was necessary that she should do so. For the monster with which she had to deal was something utterly new to the delicate sex which was about to offer it entrance.

  Francis Freeman slumped even lower in the chair-so that she might point directly at her pink cleft, as she bestrode his hips, the ruddy head of his swollen sex. Rose was moaning softly-and bearing very lightly and timidly the lips of her slit upon the hard head of the shaft which her trembling fingers upheld and directed.

  For her. Rose realized, this was likely to prove a new deflowering-and one of greater difficulty than her original one. She quite saw that now-as the soft lips of her cleft were borne inward, by the pressure that she herself was tentatively administering.

  Yet she meant to bear it even if her tender flesh were to be torn and rent apart. Nothing else, she thought, had ever been so important to her in all her life as that she should house within her body this lovely male weapon.

  The already revealed exploits of this huge virility only fired her the more as she saw, in what seemed like flashes of flame, Francis Freeman sensually yoked with his sister and his mother. She gasped with desire as he bore down more firmly.

  Her bitten lower lip revealed her perfect teeth. The color ebbed from her face as, gasping, she now manager to lo
dge half of that immense head within the congested lips of her straining cunt.

  She paused-sighing and quivering. Already she felt the touch and light pressure of this intruding flesh upon her clitoris. And the added flames thus kindled gave her courage to do what she must. And suddenly she gave a tremulous cry of triumph and gratification.

  For the entire bulb had slipped slowly past the outer lips. The strain was greatly reduced-and even the light pain was converted into a sort of rapture. From now on. Rose was quite confident, she could endure it without crying out-unless it were with bliss. The hardest part was over-for she trusted to the natural resiliency of her inner passage to make room for even so huge a guest.

  She would not have yielded up her place now for that of any queen in the world. Like a gourmet she meant to savor every second of her sweet impaling. Fears vanished before the quick realization that he was allowing her to be mistress of the situation-that she could proceed as slowly or as quickly as she chose.

  Yet she hissed sharply through her clenched teeth as she admitted just the tiniest fragment more of that darling prick into her secret person.

  Trembling like a leaf she felt her inner tissues yield to the knob of his masculinity and encompass it like the tightest of gloves. She heard the man emit a long, low sigh of pure gratification-and this sound was an encouragement to immolate herself more readily at his altar.

  Yet she worked with the utmost caution as she gradually forced his weapon into her tender body. She had to pause between pressures-sometimes to emit a wee groan of pain and passion as the surprised and reluctant fibres within her tried to give and adjust themselves to an enormity unprecedented in all their previous experience.

  The blood returned to her fine features. Scarlet now- trembling with an ecstasy that no discomforture of her secret tissues could combat, she felt gingerly beneath her with the tips of two fingers.

  It seemed to her that miles of this stuff tissue had passed the portals of her sex and thrust upwards within her. That it had not pierced her heart-emerged in her throat-dimly surprised her.